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Live: Enter Shikari + The Algorithm @ London 100 Club – 28 January 2012

January 30th, 2013

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Having played two nights at the 3,500 capacity Camden Roundhouse before Christmas, this is a special little show by the St Albans hardcore crew organised by the mighty footwear champions of the alternative scene, Converse – they invested in the legendary venue, allowing it to remain open. Playing a FREE gig to just 350 people in this Oxford Street basement, it’s one of the hottest tickets tonight. We queued up and it was worth it.

Six things we learnt when we saw Enter Shikari in London

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Live: Overkill, Pulled Apart By Horses, The Safety Fire + Wet Nuns @ London 100 Club – 09 August 2012

August 22nd, 2012

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When financial pressures and rising rent costs threatened to close London’s infamous (an yes, it’s one of the few venues that probably deserves such an epithet) 100 Club, Converse trainers stepped in with their chequebook to make sure the venue kept its doors open. This Summer, Converse also presented a series of curated nights at the venue, under the banner of ‘Converse Represent’. When it got to the heaviest of the shows – headlined by none other than Overkill – we sent that skinny punk beanpole, Tom Doyle, down to see what was what.

Six things we learnt when we sent Tom Doyle to Converse Represent at the 100 Club:

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What the Daily Mail make you forget about My Chemical Romance

May 30th, 2008

As a legion of My Chemical Romance fans prepare to march to the offices of the Daily Mail, Pete Fear looks at why the hell anyone would care. It’s because of the music, man!

My Chemical Romance

My Chemical Romance are the most horrific, potently nasty and unpleasant thing that will ever happen to the Daily Mail: a cranked up rock band that will turn your children into devil worshippers and invite Eastern European asylum seekers into your home.

But forget that, because even the BBC and The Guardian know this. All of the coverage of this Saturday’s Dacre-baiting march has focused on the black hair, the Converse slip-ons, the scars and the straight edge tattoos. No one has mentioned that My Chems are one of the finest rock bands to emerge from the States this decade.

Emerging from the ashes of a Thursday-aping hardcore world (via Eyeball RecordsI Brought You Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love), it was the Lifetime-meets-John Hughes movies sounds of Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge that launched MCR as both a damn great band and a sociological case study.

Three Cheers… is a landmark record, a quick-shot blast of sharp turns of phrase and punk rock guitars. From the faux-Spanish tongues and chuggy Radiohead-isms of ‘The Jetset Life Is Going To Kill You’ to the pop-is-pain mega choruses of ‘I’m Not Okay (I Promise)’, Three Cheers… is Fall Out Boy’s From Under The Cork Tree’s less saccharine sister, positioning them as this generation’s Queen to FOB’s Air Supply.

The songs – and more importantly the album as a whole – make the current consternation of the Lord Rothmere-owned organ and its hatebred middle aged readers irrelevant.

The fact that My Chemical Romance have been derided as much as bands such as Kiss (Knights in Satan’s Service) is down to the fact that Three Cheers…, and The Black Parade, with its pompous Mercury/May-influence, are as full of hope and rock stomp as records like Destroyer (Detroooit Rock City!!)

Gerard Way has become a genuine New Jersey success story; not for any crusade against the newspaper backlash, but for being in a band that blows the bloody doors off, every time.

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